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Tuesday, May 19, 2015

campfire cooking

One of the attractions of Grandmommy and Grandaddy's house is that they let the grandkids cook over the campfire pretty much whenever they want. In fact, my parents are so committed to Campfire Dining that right outside the kitchen on the wall above the little deck—that my dad built a couple weeks ago—hang all the necessary instruments. When my children return from a visit, their clothes pungent with wood smoke, they regale me with tales of Golden Toasted Bagels, All-You-Can-Eat Hot Dogs, and The Perfect Fried Egg Ever.

The other evening when we had supper at their place, my younger son cooked the asparagus—my contribution to the meal—over the fire. Later that evening, my younger son tried to bake a chocolate chip cookie a la pancakes (it tasted ridiculously horrific), and the kids begged to do s'mores. Meany that I am, I said, No chocolate and only two marshmallows each, do you hear me?

7 comments:

oh my word, this is like grandchildren nirvana!!! Your parents are the best. Actually, I think I would cook over a campfire every chance I get too, if we didn't live in the city, because I adore the smoke scent and the whole setup.

Yes, yes! The poking around of coals and shifting of pans. Now, tell your boy that we've been eating our asparagus roasted with a squeeze of lemon and shavings of Parmesan. Out of this world! But wood smoke would be the icing on the cake, so to speak.

I grew up in a camping family and we did a lot of campfire cooking. My Dad made the best fried chicken in a bog cast iron skillet nestled into the coals. Now you have me thinking about how to work this when our grandchildren are a little older.